The Greyer The Storm Light Folds

Poem By Mark Heathcote

A soft temperate smile, brakes
from the bars of a raging sea;
where wave-on-salt-corrosive-wave
once purged, two lovers of their sweetest melody.

But age and faith are truer friends
than youth in all her guises;
that's why lovers can allure, amends
from all their cold deceits
because the greyer the storm light folds
the deeper and brighter true love burns
in her autumn, coals.

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